Yesterday I drove to JMU and picked up a tired and weak Spencer who was starting his spring break with a violent stomach bug. It was the first stomach bag our family has seen in 3 or 4 years (other than the c-diff he got while he was in the hospital).
A child walks holding her tummy and moaning that she really doesn't feel well.
One parent jumps up, screams at her to run to the bathroom, and escorts her to the toilet at the exact moment she starts vomiting.
For the next minute that parent holds her hair, rubs her back, and talks soothingly to her while she pretty thoroughly loses the contents of her stomach.
Finally the parent helps her to freshen up.
All this occurs approximately 10 feet away and within direct line of sight from the other, unnamed parent, who is still sitting contentedly on the bed watching the BYU game and not having the slightest idea of anything being amiss.
|What?! I didn't hear any screaming or vomiting? This is a great game!|
Now poor Ellie is begging to eat and already sad that she can't go to church tomorrow. Good thing she has Spence as her #1 go-to guy for snuggles, since he's the only one who's already had the bug and doesn't need to be scared of her germs!
It's also a good thing I have a new haircut to distract me from the fact that we are already 2 for 7 with this stomach bug and it hasn't even been 24-hours yet since Spence introduced it to us.